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A blog of the days in the life of Mighty Mom as she goes about raising her sons...and saving the world while she's at it.





Vegas

I was already tired even before I arrived to work on the Friday we left!!! I forgot to pack my glasses, and my "last minute, I forgot to bring them last time" swimsuit. ( I bought them while on the LA tour and never used them, and wasn't about to spend my slot maching money on another pair) so even though I had reached Vallejo, I turned back around and went home.

So I get to work with the plan to leave at around 11am (to at least catch the first 1/2 hour of my parenting class) but got caught up in phone calls, students coming in, and last minute requests. I did sqeeze out of the office at around 11:45 only to get lost in MnM's neighborhood cuz her cell phone had no signal!

I rushed her out to join me at our old stomping ground -- SF State so I could meet with my advisor. It turns out I only need 4 more classes in my major to get my degree!! I've got to do it this time!

We rushed over to Voodoo's house to await our driver... only to make it to the airport in time to find out that our flight has been delayed for about 45 minutes! The plane ride sucked cuz I could already feel the nausea just as we started to taxi onto the runway!!! It was pretty turbulent until you see the clear sky and the dry desert. I was really trying to find the 75 feet Eva Longoria poster to commerate Maxim's something-ish anniversary or issue. Sorry, didn't see it!

The flight did leave time for me have a heart to heart with MnM which I felt was long overdue. When you live so far from your friends, you miss out on a lot. We landed and you can immediately appreciate CA's laws of no indoor smoking!

Voodoo's parent's house really nice and cozy. But we just had enough time to purty up again to have some dinner and meet up with the realy party girls. We insisted that this was MnM's weekend to let the LADY in her out!! Make--up, hair everything!!!

3 hotels is a very far walk! Cab drivers in Vegas are the scariest. People really let it all out in Vegas.

The spa time was great. I cannot do another heated stone massage... I am more hardcore, really get those knots out kinda gal. But that day we promised each other that the girls should always have a special girl spa weekend!!

The bachelorette party of the weekend then started, with the most expensive pasta I ever ate. Then the first time I ever stayed in the VIP line (free, but still waited 45 minutes) Rain is a large ass club with the smallest dance floor ever. Not the funnest when you have elbows and drunk asses bumping into you all night! But the job was done... weekender met her match and managed to get herself to the yakking point. oh what fun!

It was a dreadful sunday morning managing to get through the day with only 3 hours of sleep, and still have to make it through practice (didn't look so hot). But it was nice to see the family again... I was welcomed with "long kisses" from my babies.

It's always nice to come home!
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